Just a little peeking...

The Doctor stood, looking whistfully at the spot where Rose had disappeared behind a shut door. He hadn't thought of her romantically before in this body but the sight of her shapely curves wrapped tightly in that towel had re-evoked some inner lusting for her that had remained from before he had regenerated.

He paused a moment longer then decided, if he really was going to disobey her and have a peek, he'd have to do it before she had dried and gotten dressed.

The Doctor silently began to saunter over to the door behind which Rose was currently wearing sweet nothing, trying to maintain a casual air incase she came out sooner than expected.

When he reached her door he found that it had been left slightly ajar. 'If that isn't an invitation to have a little look, I don't know what is' he thought, managing this time to refrain from speaking aloud.

The sound of Rose's hair dryer coming on provided the Doctor with the perfect opportunity.

He slowly pushed on the door, gently easing it open.

He carefully slipped his head through the gap, his body delicately following.

He began to feel a deep desire welling in his trousers, and not his sonic screwdriver this time.

Then he saw her, stood with her back to him, arms raised drying her hair while looking in the mirror, completely naked. The Doctor drank in every detail of her glorious body, her wide, curvatious hips. Her subtly, yet delightfully, veluptuous waist. Her large, round, perfect breasts reflected in the mirror. Her flowing blonde hair that perfectly framed her beautiful countenance.

For a moment that spanned a lifetime he simply looked in wonder, the TARDIS definitely brought him to the right place this time.

His gaze rose to her slender neck, then her full lips, then past her gently pointed nose to her beautiful hazel-green eyes.

The Doctor made the slightest of sounds and her eyes immediately met his in the mirror, he'd been caught peeking after her express command not to...